So as soon as he stabbed the wooden knife, he pressed Monsan's shoulder armor with one hand, and also jumped up with the power of the rebound, and Monsan just hugged the air, and couldn't help roaring.

He Lingchuan flipped back, fell behind Meng Shan, and stabbed again!

This time, it was aimed at the back of Monsan's neck, a part that the leather armor couldn't take care of. Even if you don't have a blade, as long as you hit the vital point, it can still make the opponent's eyes black.

Sun Fuling in the audience frowned slightly and shook her head gently.

Monsan went down in time to avoid the wooden knife.

After his roar, his movements were obviously faster, and his physique shrank by a whole yard, and he actually turned down with a flexibility that did not suit his size, and the mace hit He Lingchuan's upper body, hard and fast.

The wooden nails of the stick actually burst out with a thick red light.

These weapons are wooden whiteboards and have no characteristics of their own. At this time, it suddenly glowed, and it could only be said that Meng Shan used his real power to play his nirvana.

He Lingchuan was in mid-air and could not avoid it, and he was knocked out of the air with a hard hit!

Almost fell out of the ring.

Monsan followed him like a shadow, and his speed was amazingly fast, and he caught up with He Lingchuan in two steps.

The civilians saw the shadow of the stick, and they didn't know that he was frantically smashing three heavy blows in three directions in just half a second! But the civilians lying on the railings had their hair blown by the rod wind.

He Lingchuan had no choice but to pour his arms and hold the knife hard.

Every time I took it, it was as if I had been hit by a giant hammer, and my arms were numb and my mouth was broken.

What's even more terrifying is that every time Monsan smashes it, the qi machine increases by a few points, and in the end, the surging momentum like a frenzy will overwhelm him.

He Lingchuan only felt that his whole body was locked, and Monsan's power seemed to be squeezing from all directions, pinning him to the spot, unable to move.

That's how the wild boar fell.

He Lingchuan challenged Monsanto in the past, and at least twice he was out like this.

Monshan's three heavy blows, one stronger than the other, and the last blow was all from top to bottom to hit the Tianling Gai, fierce and unmatched. It's like a crazy piledriver.

To be honest, at this moment, whether he used an iron rod or a wooden rod, the result made no difference, anyway, the victim would be shot in the head with a stick. The gale-sergeant who was watching the battle around him also felt cold on his head, and he was thinking about how he should take it.

He Lingchuan dodged the third blow.

To be precise, he put his hand on the ground, and a rolling flip slid away from the side of Monshan's waist.

It's like being squeezed out.

Xiao Maoliang let out a long "huh", and Hu Min rubbed his eyes.

He Lingchuan's body was like a fish swimming in the water, and the twisted angle was tricky and vigorous, almost swishing away with the power of his waist. This all-round, seemingly undead angle squeezing, in the end he found a little crack.

When there was no room for help, he seized the opportunity.

Sun Ling's eyes narrowed.

She caught He Lingchuan's wooden knife and took the opportunity to stab Meng Shan's waist side, like a needle prick.

But there was leather armor to protect it, and the wooden knife could not pierce it.

And with a "click", the weapon actually shattered.

In the next second, Monshan's hand shield also arrived, smashing towards He Lingchuan's temple.

The civilians in the audience exclaimed.

In their opinion, this was He Lingchuan trying to fight back, but he couldn't even break through the opponent's defense, which caused his weapon to shatter.

The thin man let out a "hey" and clenched his fists fiercely.

How is this different from the previous battles between the two sides? Everyone knows that if they continue to play like this, the winner will be Monsan.

Don't look at He Lingchuan's flexible position and good play, but Meng Shan is not afraid of flexible opponents at all, he just needs to be skillful. As long as He Lingchuan makes a mistake once, it will be a catastrophe.

Who can't go wrong? Time stands here at Monsang.

Fortunately, He Lingchuan was not disturbed and did not love to fight, he grabbed the remaining wooden knife handle in his hand and left, dodged the shield attack at the last moment, and rolled out five feet away.

Monsan's hand shield smashed into the air.

The wooden knife was hard connected

Monsan's three strong blows, no matter how good the quality is, it has come to the end of its life. He Lingchuan saw the visible crack on the knife surface and felt its fragility after another blow, so he desperately tried his best to avoid Mongsan's blow.

A warrior must have a clear judgment on the state of his weapon.

After Monsan's swing, it was followed by a violent trampling, and a stick wind swept after the front pounce.

The ground in the ring trembled, like an earthquake of magnitude 8 or 9. Xiao Maoliang and other Gale soldiers were very touched when they saw this move. In the first battle of the Yan River Valley for half a year, Monsanto shook many people in this way.

Now that he has a good timing, He Lingchuan has just gotten up and has not yet stood on a stable footing, as long as he falls, he will definitely not be able to catch the stick wind behind.

The long stick slashed over, the stick wind was more than two feet long, and there was a sharp sound in the air, full of oppression.

Although there is no shadow, it will definitely not end well if it is hit.

With this move alone, Monsan is enough to rank among the generals.

It can be seen that He Lingchuan is not the only one who has made progress in the past six months.

The audience was knowledgeable and applauded.

However, He Lingchuan only saw Meng Shan raise his knees and knew what he wanted to do, when the enemy stepped on the ring, he jumped back with one hand, just dodging the damage of trampling, and jumped behind the weapon rack by himself.

The shelf was firmly nailed to the edge of the field, and it was swept away by the stick wind for him.

There was a loud bang, the shelves were cut in two, and the weapons on them were thrown into a mess.

He Lingchuan grabbed a few wooden flying knives casually, aimed them at Meng San's eyes and throat, and threw them out.

Monsanto raised his shield in front, and with a charge, the throwing knives all hit the shield.

The distance between the two sides is only two feet, and he is tall and has long legs, and he can reach it in two steps.

He Lingchuan grabbed a long wooden knife again and fought with him.

In an instant, it was a dozen rounds.

Hu Min couldn't take his eyes off it: "Broken knife, this kid, it's okay."

In the face of this kind of opponent who overwhelmed the audience, He Lingchuan always dodged when he couldn't afford to start, and even hit a few occasions. He knew Monsan's offensive routines well and became more and more at ease.

One is strong, the other is flexible, and this duel is very good-looking.

The surrounding soldiers and civilians applauded again and again, and they all felt that this excitement was enjoyable. However, both parties have entered a state of deafness, and they are bent on life and death!

Xiao Maoliang suddenly said, "Monsan has slowed down."

It is not clear what the seventh ring looks like is lively, but a discerning person can find that the speed of Monsan's attack has slowed down, and the pace of turning, attacking, and even attacking and dodging is at least half a beat slower than before.

As soon as the speed is slow, the feeling of oppression that is as profound as a mountain is reduced by at least half.

Looking at Monsanto again, the facial muscles are twisted and the blue tendons in the forehead are jumping non-stop.

Sun Fuling suddenly said, "Monsan's internal injuries are not light."

Her voice was very soft, only Commander Xiao heard it, and frowned slightly.

Did He Lingchuan's previous attack work?

Monsanto was indeed wounded.

Every time he turned around, there was a sharp pain in the place where he was hit by the wooden knife on the side of his waist; With each breath, the diaphragm scratched as hard as if it had been stabbed. He Lingchuan's previous two knives didn't seem to break the defense, but there was a real force that penetrated into it and rampaged, lingering.

Others don't know, only Meng Shan himself has experienced, I'm afraid that his liver, gallbladder and lungs have been injured.

It had been dark in front of his eyes several times, and he couldn't help but want to vomit.

No, it's going to be a quick fix!

Monsan, who has always dominated the ring and defeated his opponent in a cat-and-mouse posture, finally felt that the time in the ring was too long.

He rolled his eyes and stumbled deliberately, his chest exposed.

This opportunity doesn't happen very often, and the opponent certainly won't miss it.

He Lingchuan turned the tip of the knife and took him straight to his throat.

Monsanto endured the severe pain, his chest and abdomen bulged, and he roared at the enemy in front of him!

This sound is like a lion's roar in the ear, which makes people feel terrified.

He's still with his back to the outside, but it's still on the edge of the ring

Several civilians fell unconscious.

And He Lingchuan, who was directly in front of him, faced a powerful sonic attack, and that sound was ten times more explosive than the thunder in the sky, and even pushed his entire person backwards!

Monsan's roar spurted out all the blood in his lungs with all his might. Finally caught He Lingchuan, he would not let go of the last chance, the big stick in his right hand swept, and finally swept on the opponent!

However, at the same time as He Lingchuan was knocked away, the long knife also came out of his hand, and Meng Shan leaned back to avoid the tip of the knife.

However, there was still a foot-long invisible qi on the tip of the knife, which hit his Adam's apple with precision!

In the exclamation of everyone, He Lingchuan was swept out of the distance, rolled twice on the ground, spit out a mouthful of blood, and did not get up twice.

Monsan, on the other side, remained motionless.

The wooden knife fell to the ground and rolled half a circle.

Sun Fuling said silently:

"Win."

After a few seconds of inactivity on the court, Monsan suddenly vomited blood.

This vomit was uncontrollable, blood spurted like a spring, and people also pushed the golden mountain and poured the jade pillar, slamming to the ground.

He only felt that his five internal organs were stirring, as if there were two knives of ice and fire scraping in turn, and his mind was even more dizzy, looking at He Lingchuan who was rushing over, there were several double images.

The audience exclaimed.

Most people didn't see what was going on at all, only that He Lingchuan was knocked to the ground by Meng Shan with a stick, and as a result, Meng Shan looked more seriously injured and couldn't even stand up.

It's inexplicable.

He Lingchuan walked to Monsan in two steps, and his fingertips tapped lightly on his temples.

With this power, Monsan couldn't bear it and fell headlong.

There was silence around Ring Seven, and everyone's eyes were in disbelief.

Naturally, they didn't know that Meng Shan was already fighting hard by the power of the first two knife blows, and the injuries accumulated in his internal organs were getting worse, and at this time, with the help of the damage caused by He Lingchuan's third knife, they broke out together!

And so on and again, and over and over again.

On the other hand, He Lingchuan only suffered some skin trauma from beginning to end. Actually, time is on his side.

He Lingchuan pressed his left arm and shouted to the courtyard: "Someone, he needs help!"

Ah Luo rushed to the ring with the medicine box and ordered two soldiers to turn Mon Shan over, only to see him bleeding and his eyes straight.

At this time, the enthusiasm of the audience was instantly detonated, and the applause and shouts were overwhelming.

Arlo was busy with his hands and couldn't help but ask, "How did you beat him like this?" He didn't see what was going on.

"I'm lucky."

"Your shoulder injury is also serious, I'll help you deal with it!" After all, he is his own person, and Arlo's heart has been biased from the beginning.

As for Monsan, he can wait.

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